Death Boy

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I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy 
 
Lately I been curious I guess
Lately 
Lately

I'm just a dead boy

Lately I been curious I guess
About what comes next
When we close our eyes
For the final time 
Drift to infinite sleep
Where all boundaries release
Well do we create our own laws
Or is the afterlife ran
By some toad god?

Top of the butte 
City's so loud
Watch the puffy white lines 
Cuttin' through the purple sky 
Javelins of clouds
Lately it's been hard to doubt
My existence 
This purpose I haven't found 
At least not yet 
But still making me stressed 
Will all this time 
I spend on rhymes 
Really give me a check?
Uh

But hold on a minute 
Even if I didn't 
Yeah I would still rip it 
My mind keeps on itching 
From wounds that need stitches
And I won't quit spitting
As long as I'm driven
Still try to be hittin' 
That

Grabby choppy flow
You know? 
The one that makes you hang 
On words said before
And still sounds cold
For sho' now I

Reload, throw blows
Of lyricism 
Lyrically achieving 
What some others can't conceive in
Feel like I'm feastin' on this beat
Eatin' it up like a kid in a sweet-shop
Twizzlers, lollipops, & pop-rocks
Line's around the block
Bout to get clocked
For wasting my time
So speak up and talk to me
Before I rock your frame of mind 
Yeah

But hold on a minute 
Even if I didn't 
Yeah I would still rip it 
My mind keeps on itching 
From wounds that need stitches
And I won't quit spitting
As long as I'm driven
Still try to be hittin' 
That

The
Next level in my repertoire
Spinning like a magnetar
Making my words magnetic  
Comparison to pathetic
Lyrics most have written
I try to be indifferent
But it hurts my ears when I listen
To corny lines 
I've heard a million times before
"Chains are hanging from my neck"
And "I got a lot of whores"
"Sippin' lean trippin' out on the floor"
Huh
Sounds more like you're in store
For the rough, coarse 
Escorted trip to the morgue 
With postmortem
Sorted assortment  
Of open pore sores
Now I'm bored and lack remorse 
I'm forcing quarter by horse 
Enforce medieval nord divorce
Endorse scores of Norse morse code 
On your corpse in fourths
Rigid with rigor mortis
Ragged bones disjointed
I am disappointed

But hold on a minute 
Even if I didn't 
Yeah I would still rip it 
My mind keeps on itching 
From wounds that need stitches
And I won't quit spitting
As long as I'm driven
Still try to be 

Hittin' your chest like a cigarette
Cancerous
Infest festering nests
Ingest the left side of your brain
Pests of pestilence contest your sanity
Expressed inanity of a purpose 
Seeming nervous?
Let me show you what it's like to feel worthless

Now dim the lights close the curtains
Sit in the corner 
With doubt in surround sound
On the border of a mental disorder
True self horror torture 
From the former trauma
Pinata of warmer feelings
A cold winter greeting 
To an empty house

No windows, low ceiling 
Alice in chains 
Down in the basement
What is it in life that you really chasin'?
Is it the fame, social embracing?
Or maybe the money so that you can be facing?
Like you're happy
Diffracting reality
Impacting your morality
Totality of mental duality
Erases normality
Sit and waste your mortality 
Engrossed in malady

I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy

Still try to be hittin' that

I'm just a dead boy

Try to be hitting what?

I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy

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